Last Lap, Past Cap Poem by John Sensele

Last lap, last clap
Leaves loathing behind
Loosens liberty on a love lap
To save the kind, the blind and humankind.

Last lap, last trap
Leaves livid lament in the past
Focuses on a bliss map
As sorrow and sadness kind constituencies away cast.

Last lap, last gap
Love and hope to preach
Reconciliation and redemption rap
To harvest harmony within a revelation reach.

Last lap, last cap
On pates pleading for peace
Freed from grips that trap
Gangrene, grievance, it's grief in fetid fleece.